Dream [h.s.]

twelve

Author's Note: I'm so sorry that this has taken so long! I've got a bit more inspiration for this story now, so hopefully it won't take so long for another update. Just to make it up to you, this one's a long one. I hope that you enjoy it <3

Katerina shifts uncomfortably beneath him. This doesn't feel at all like what she was expecting and it's incredibly unpleasant. Harry obviously doesn't feel that way though, she can tell by the gentle sigh that passed his lips when he finally decided to listen to her and shift his hips forward, and she can tell by the look on his face each time that he moves.

She grimaces as he adds a little more force, her fingers sinking into the skin on his arms because she refuses to let pain control her and she refuses to cry. Crying makes her feel like a child and she definitely does not want to cry right now.

The longer that he moves his hips against hers and peppers her skin with kisses, the more comfortable it gets. It's still not incredibly pleasant, but it's not entirely awful either, just weird really.

"Katerina..."

Her name sounds wonderful coming from his lips like that, in such a low tone and a breathy consistency. He sounds like he needs her and she likes that a lot more than she probably should considering the circumstances.

She hums in response and Harry stops moving and peels his lips from her skin so that he can look her in the eye and see what's wrong. He's been trying to focus his energy on her and to make it feel better for her considering that it's her first time, but apparently it hasn't been working.

"You're uncomfortable."

Katerina releases a deep breath and shifts beneath him again, "Incredibly."

His face softens, "Am I hurting you?"

"Well—no. It's just...weird. Like I'm supposed to feel a lot more pain than I do and it's in between being pleasurable and painful. Is that how it's supposed to be?"

Something changes in his eyes and she's fascinated as she watches his lips move as he speaks, "Yes and no, I've been trying to fix that painful part, but apparently it's not working very well."

She shifts again and his eyes change to something a little darker, "Stop doing that."

"Okay."

He stares at her for a moment longer, biting his lip and thinking. She's looking at him, but he's not really looking at her, he's looking at the vein in her neck and the way that it pulses with her heartbeat.

"There's another way, but you won't like it."

Katerina wiggles her hips because she's getting increasingly uncomfortable the longer that he stays there and stares at her. Harry presses his fingertips into her hips, "Stop, it's not helping."

"Not helping you or not helping me?"

The smallest trace of a smile frames his lips, "Both. Different reasons though."

"What's the other way?"

Harry dips his head down and runs the tip of his nose along her neck, "I bite you and control your endorphins and make your experience better."

Katerina sighs as he traces his fingers over her sides, "So, you're saying that you have to bite me and drink my blood to do that."

He kisses the bottom of her jaw and she lifts her chin to give him better access.

"Yes."

She lifts her hips to try and get him to do something and a contented sigh passes his lips.